They came to the rough green ground. Little Apple was lying next to a tree, surrounded by dozens of chubby white rabbits. Most of them were sleeping peacefully with their eyes closed, and a few were still wiggling. Wei Wuxian walked to the tree and scratched Xiaomai's donkey's head, Xiaomao jolted and woke up with rough air from his nostrils. When he saw Wei Wuxian, he was about to shout, and the rabbits who were gathered together were also awakened. Now, shaking his long ears, they all jumped towards Lan Wangji, clumps together, running around beside his snow-white boots, not knowing what they were excited about. Wei WuXian held Little Apple by the reins, threatening as he pulled, "Don't bark! You told me to hit you. No, I told him to hit you..."

The rabbits stood on the ground on their hind legs, and the people stood up and clung to Lan Wangji's legs one by one, wanting to climb up. Lan Wangji let them toss and toss, and remained motionless. Wei Wuxian couldn't drive them away, so he followed behind him, and when they came out of the unknown door in Yunshen, he lowered his ears and sat on the spot to watch his master leave. Wei Wuxian looked back and said, "I can't bear you, Hanguang-Jun, I really didn't expect you to be so fond of these little things. I can't do it."

Lan Wangji said, "No way?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah. The mountain, the hare, the domestic cat, and the bird, turned around and ran away when they saw me."

Lan Wangji shook his head, the meaning was too obvious: Wei Wuxian must have done evil first before they didn't like them.

After going down the mountain road and up the path, Wei WuXian suddenly said, "Oh, my stomach hurts."

Lan Wangji said, "Rest and change your dressing."

Wei WuXian said, "No. Yunshen doesn't know that it's not safe nearby, and it's dangerous to drag it for a moment. I'll just sit on it."

Lan Wangji said, "Then sit down."

Wei WuXian said with a bitter face, "The movement of getting on the donkey is too big, I'm afraid I'll cause a wound."

Lan WangJi stopped, turned around, looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, avoided the vicinity of the injured spot, hugged his waist, gently lifted him, and placed him on Xiao Apple's back.

One of the two was riding a donkey and the other was walking by the road. Wei Wuxian rode on the donkey, his eyes narrowed with laughter. Lan Wangji said, "What?"

Wei Wuxian said, "It's nothing."

It was like a small bad thing had happened, and he was a little proud in his heart.

Although he didn't remember many things from his childhood, there was a scene that was always vaguely imprinted in his mind.

A small road, a little donkey, three people. A man in black lightly lifted a woman in white, picked it up, put it on the back of the little donkey, and then lifted a small child high and carried it on his shoulders.

He was that little kid who couldn't get legs. Sitting on the shoulder of the black-clothed man, he suddenly became very tall and majestic, grabbing the man's hair for a while, rubbing his face for a while, his legs fluttering, and his mouth screaming.

The woman in white sat swayingly on the back of the donkey, looking at them, as if smiling. The man was always silent and didn't like to talk. He just supported him, made him sit higher and more stable, and held the rope of the donkey with one hand. The three were crowded on a path and walked slowly forward.

This is one of his few memories.

Those are his father and mother.

Wei WuXian said, "Lan ZhanLan Zhan, hold on to the rope."

Lan Wangji said, "Why?"

Little Apple is very smart, but it's not that he can't follow behind him. Wei WuXian said, "Have a face, let me hold you."

Although he still couldn't understand why Wei Wuxian's smile was so bright, Lan Wangji still pulled up the reins of Little Apple according to his words and held it in his hand.

Wei Wuxian muttered to himself, "Hmm. It's just a little short."

Lan Wangji said, "What?"

Wei WuXian whispered, "It's nothing. Lan Zhan, you are such a good person."

Lan WangJi didn't seem to know how to answer him, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange. Wei WuXian added, "I suddenly realized why I'm so bad. I've been bad since I was a child. Is it too late for me to admit my fault to you now?"

Lan WangJi raised his eyebrows slightly, this kind of expression was extremely rare for him. He asked back, "Admit it?"

Every time this person used to say that he was going to "admit" to him, it was often the beginning of another, more serious mistake. Wei WuXian said, "Don't want this watch. I'm serious. Well, forget it, the old accounts of the past will not be turned over."

Thinking about it now, I am very ashamed of some old things when I was young. Wei WuXian thought to himself, "Maybe it's because Lan Zhan always has a straight face... I just like to see him get angry and out of control, so I always try to tease him involuntarily. It's really bad!"

Fortunately, Lan Zhan didn't really hate him.

Obviously on his way to escape, Wei Wuxian couldn't get nervous at all. He rode a little donkey with Lan Wangji leading the way. just feel that even if a bunch of big and small families are immediately killed off the roadside, there is nothing except the bad people's interest. There is even a heart to appreciate Noda under the moonlight. He also pulled out the bamboo flute around his waist and wanted to play a song.

Unexpectedly, he made a melody. Hearing the sound, Lan Wangji's footsteps stagnated, and Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly lit up.

Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan, let me ask you, what was the name of the song you sang to me in the Muxi Mountain slaughter at the bottom of Xuanwu?"

Lan Wangji said, "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Wei WuXian said, "Just tell me what your name is. I think I can guess how you recognized me."

That night on Dafan Mountain, what he chuī came out was the melody that Lan Wangji sang softly beside him at the bottom of the slaughtering Xuanwu!

Lan Wangji said, "No."

Wei WuXian said, "Nothing? No name? How come there is no name? You made it yourself?"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei WuXian said, "Really did it yourself?!"

Lan Wangji said, "Mm."

Wei WuXian said, "No wonder! Then what, I, let me ask you something else."

He tentatively said: "You really recognize my words by this piece, that is to say, you-haven't sung or played in front of others?"

After a pause, Lan Wangji said, "Never."

Wei Wuxian was delighted and kicked Little Apple violently. Little Apple screamed angrily, as if trying to kick him off, Lan WangJi quickly tightened the rope. Wei Wuxian put his arms around Xiao Apple's neck and said, "It's alright, it's just like this! It will play two times. Let's continue. Then why don't you give this song a name? Quickly give it a name Well, do you want me to give you advice? Why don't you just call..."

☆、Chapter 65

At this moment, Lan Wangji's eyes turned cold, and his right hand suddenly pressed against Bichen. Wei Wuxian followed his gaze and looked back, only to see a dark figure standing behind a tree shadow by the road in the back.

A low voice said: "...Young Master."

Wei Wuxian laughed too brightly just now, the smile on his face didn't stop, and said, "Ah? Why are you here? Didn't I let you play by yourself?"

The figure under the tree stood up, and the moonlight illuminated a pale and handsome face. Wen Ning said, "I heard the flute just now."

Wei WuXian said, "Dizi? Wait, I did play the flute just now. But I didn't mean to summon you, I just chuīchuī casually."

He pointed at Lan Wangji and said, "Chuī gave it to him."

Wen Ning was stunned for a while, then said, "Oh."

He stared at Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian for a while, as if he suddenly realized that his existence was inappropriate, and said, "Then, I'll go first."

Lan Wangji said coldly, "Stop."

As soon as the words came out, Wen Ning stopped. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "What did Lan Zhan tell him to stop, is it because he wants to settle accounts with him?"

Lan Wangji said, "Let him stay, battle power."

Wen Ning hurriedly said, "Okay."

Lan WangJi didn't say a word, took the reins, turned around and continued walking.

Wei Wuxian dangled on Little Apple's back and looked back.

After Wen Ning silently separated for a while, he hid again, but he knew that Wen Ning had followed behind.

There was one more person, a pair of eyes hidden in the dark, and he couldn't help but be serious.

Wei WuXian said, "We said we wanted to find the head, but where should we go next? We don't have an arm to guide us this time."

Lan Wangji said, "Do you still remember Su Minshan?"

Looking at his watch, it was obvious that Wei Wuxian was ready to answer "I don't remember" and then explain patiently. Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, what do you mean? No matter how badly I remember xing, I won't be so bad that the person I just met last night will forget it now. Of course, I remember that in Jin Guangyao's secret room. The weird one. What's the matter with him, does he have a grudge against me?"

After a pause, he tentatively said, "At the beginning, was I...?"

Lan Wangji said, "No."

With a sigh of relief, Wei WuXian said, "Then why is he targeting me so much?"

Lan Wangji said, "It's not targeting you. It's targeting the Gusu Lan Sect."

Wei WuXian said, "Moling and Gusu are not far away. Is there any rift between their family and your family? I heard that the Moling Su family has been in the limelight these past few years, is it too arrogant?"

Although Lan Wangji was holding the rope, he walked very slowly, walking alongside him, and said, "The Moling Su Clan is a branch that was separated from the Gusu Lan Clan."

It turned out that the Moling Su Clan was a self-reliant portal for a student with a foreign surname after leaving the Gusu Lan Clan. Since he couldn't get rid of the shadow of the clan, his clan's secret skills were similar to those of the Gusu Lan clan. He was good at melody, and Si breaking the barrier sound. Even the first-grade spiritual tool of the clan master, Su Minshan, was a seven-stringed guqin similar to Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji's qin has the same name as the master and is called "Wangji", and Su Minshan's qin also has the same name as himself and is called "Mingshan".

Wei WuXian let out a "poof" and said, "What is this for? I think he likes to wear white as much as you do. Does he like you? He follows you in everything."

Not only did he learn everything, but Su Minshan was especially taboo for anyone to mention this. If anyone dared to reveal in front of him what he meant by thinking that he was like the Hanguang-Jun of the Lan family, he would immediately turn his face.

Wei WuXian said, "Where does it look like? It doesn't look like it."

He felt that Su Minshan was not as good-looking as Lan Wangji, he was not as good as Lan Wangji in white clothes, and he was not as good as Lan Wangji in playing the piano. If someone mentioned the two portraits in front of him, Wei Wuxian thought, "I'll turn my face too."

Lan Wangji said, "You've seen him before."

Wei WuXian said, "Me? I don't remember his face and name at all."

Lan Wangji was accustomed to this, not surprised, and said, "This person's surname is Su, and his first name is She." At the end, he added a reminder: "Shui Xingyuan."

Wei Wuxian thought hard for a while, and finally patted a handful of apples on the neck, and suddenly said, "Oh, oh, oh that, the one that fell into what lake in Caiyi Town, your disciple?"

Lan Wangji said, "Not bad."

Wei WuXian said, "I don't have much impression of this person. It seems that he has always been ugly since he was a child? He looks like a narrow-minded person. Why do you mention him?"

Lan Wangji said, "Gravedigger."

Wei WuXian put his chin in one hand, resting on Little Apple's head, tilted his head to stare at Lan WangJi, and said, "What happened to the gravedigger? Why did you mention him again?"

Lan WangJi looked at him wordlessly, his eyes seemed to have a hint of reproach. After seeing him like this, Wei Wuxian moved his brain and finally came to his senses.

As a protégé with a foreign surname who has left the aristocratic family, how can it be so easy to gain a foothold in Xuanmen, and to establish his own family in just a dozen years, and it is quite high-profile. There must be someone behind this. Seeing that Su Minshan was clearly speaking towards Jin Guangyao on the Jinlin Terrace, this person must be one of his capable generals.

The gravedigger in the Chang Clan's cemetery in Liyang was familiar with the swordsmanship of the Gusu Lan Clan, and Su Minshan was born outside the Lan family, so he met this requirement.

Wei WuXian said, "I'm confused! That's right, this Su Minshan must be the grave digger. Hanguang-Jun, you are so wise, let's take a walk around Moling and see if we can find something. clue."

Lan Wangji said, "What were you thinking just now?"

Wei Wuxian said without shame, "I didn't think of anything!"

This is to be honest, just now he went to look at Lan Wangji's face, and he didn't have the time to think about it.

But Lan WangJi obviously didn't believe it, he shook his head, held Xiao Apple by the rope, and continued to walk forward.

The two walked for a while in the direction of Moling. In the past few days, because of the need to avoid the inspection of large and small families and various checkpoints, have been walking on remote country trails. Along the way, Cha Ke joking, and occasionally talk about business. Wei Wuxian was lazy all over, he couldn't bring himself up, he just kept talking, as if he wanted to pay off what he had not said in thirteen years. Although Lan WangJi was concise, he was always ready to answer questions. The more you go, the more you get the illusion that you are traveling.

One evening, Wei WuXian said, "I'm thirsty."

There is a farmhouse not far away, the outer yard is surrounded by a fence, and inside the fence there is an inner yard enclosed by an earthen wall. Lan Wangji said, "Borrow water."

The two went through the fence and walked to the door of the farmhouse. The wooden door with the New Year pictures was open. Wei Wuxian lingered for a while, before he dared to go in, Lan Wangji said, "There are no dogs."

Wei Wuxian stepped into the door immediately.

After shouting a few times, the owner was not there, and the ground was full of petty jīs. Beside the earth wall there was a tall pile of rice and a rake. In the center of the yard is a handmade wooden table with a pot of unpeeled beans.

There was a well beside the table, Wei Wuxian walked over, and was about to put down the barrel when footsteps came from outside the wall. One after the other, the master should come home.

Originally, there was no need to make a fuss, and it was enough to admit that he was a thirsty person at the intersection, but Wei Wuxian had done a lot of bad things, and he was used to being sneaky. As soon as he heard the footsteps, he immediately threw Lan Wangji behind the rice rough stack.

Thanks to Lan Wangji being a calm and calm person, he was not thrown out by his sudden blow. He obviously didn't understand why he was hiding, and Wei Wuxian suddenly thought to himself, "Yeah, why are we hiding? The villagers in this wild place won't recognize us. Even if the blood mold recognizes them, they can't take it. How are we?"

However, with this one blow, Lan WangJi was crushed on the soft rice paddy. This half-forced posture made him feel a strange excitement, and he couldn't get up when he was brittle. He raised his index finger pretending to be deep, motioning Lan Wangji not to make a sound. Seeing this, Lan WangJi did not move.

Wei Wuxian lay comfortably on top of him, full of indescribable delight.

There was a sound of pushing the wooden stool from the yard, and the two farmers seemed to be sitting down at the small wooden table. A female voice said, "Second brother, give me a hug."

Hearing this "Second Brother", Lan Wangji was slightly startled, Wei Wuxian blinked his left eye at Lan Wangji with a smile. Coincidentally, one of the owners of this farm family is also a "second brother"!